Love Is A Crime | #ShaKhi 3-Shots

Part 2 - Love, Twisted!

What is love?

Shaurya had no effing idea. He had never considered it that important to invest his thoughts in it. He loved himself, and he loved life. To him, it was enough.

But Anokhi?

Love defined everything for her. It was in her music, her dreams and her every breath. And Shaurya broke that peace, that solace in her heart, which was associated with love.

He shattered her world!

It wasn't that she didn't knew how most people perceived love these days. She had been an outcast among her friends just because of that. She knew that they loved to enjoy life but none of them had the patience to experience love the way she did. She didn't expect them to accept her way of looking at things. She just wanted to be happy in herself and her music. But she also believed that Shaurya Saberwal was different. The person whose taste in music was so similar to hers, how could she even read him wrong?

Anokhi was devastated. She knew that she had a concert the next week. But she didn't have the guts to go back to him after what happened.

"I have to prepare by myself," she thought.

On the other hand, Shaurya was fuming. Not only did the girl had the audacity to reject him but also his training. He was one of the renowned music trainers in the industry. How could she just kick it all away? He could have taken her places!!

Gritting his teeth, he said to himself, "koi baat nahi Anokhi. Concert mein dekh lenge."

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After 7 days

Anokhi was seated nervously among the participants in the green room. The concert was about to begin in 40 minutes or so. She drank some water and closed her eyes to keep her mind away from other things. Suddenly, she heard the door unlock, and a familiar voice ran a chill down her spine.

"Are you guys ready? The manager will call you any minute now."

"Yes, yes Sir..." Some of the girls, the participants replied unanimously.

Anokhi opened her eyes and found a pair if brown orbs staring at her from right across the room.

Yes, he was looking at her all right.

As soon as their eyes met, he looked away and grinned at the lady who wore a ridiculous pink hat and a yellow crop top over her denims.

"Hello, Pari, sab thik hai na? Key notes thik se revise kar li tumne? Jo kal maine dikhayi thi tumhe?"

Pari, the lady with pink hat, showed her perfect set of teeth and also pulled down her top a little while replying, "Yeah Sir, sab acche se yaad hai mujhe. Beethoven k sonnets bhi aur aapke khud ke improvisations bhi." She winked at him.

"Good, very good. I am hoping for the best performance from you." Glancing at Anokhi once more, he casually kept his hand on her waist, guiding her away from the others, smiling. Pari's face beamed in excitement. She was enjoying the special attention. He took her away to a corner of the room and whispered something to her to which she blushed profusely. Anokhi could even see the blood rise to her cheeks and accumulate there, as his lips brushed her earlobe while speaking to her. She couldn't look anymore. Fighting back her tears, she got up and went to another corner, the farthest one, clutching her bag against her chest, as if it would prevent her heart from breaking.

Turning her back to him, she clutched her bag tighter and tried hard not to cry, in front of everyone.

"How could he do this? He knew how important this concert was for me! How could he?"